Our morning kick-started with a wake-up call at six am. Fortunately, it was the good news that Brookline Regional Catholic had a two-hour delay, which meant that Jack had no school. Unfortunately, that meant that everyone was up. At six am.
Our morning was leisurely... Jack was never more excited about hot breakfast. I overheard him talking to his bunny, "There's one person who makes the BEST steel cut oats in the world! It's my mom." We sadly saw Mike off a little after 8:30, at which time we began readying ourselves for playing outside in the two or so inches of snow that came yesterday evening... but we took it. Thirty-two minutes and a ransacking of our closets, basements and attic for winter gear later, we headed out the door into the freezing cold. I'm surprised I managed to outfit them all-- Abigail in a pair of Jack's waterproof pants, Jack in very snug snow bibs, all of them in wrongly sized boots, but they were dressed.
For
snow. Ten minutes after we came out, Iris was eager for a morning nap (the poor child was miserable, stumbling around in the white stuff, of which she was not a fan-- "Yuck! EeeeYuck!"). The others played for an hour or so before the promise of hot chocolate lured them indoors... their mother was getting cold and pouty.
They're currently playing "Beach," and taking breaks from laying on their towels to run laps around the first floor... burning up, as usual, requesting to put on shorts and short sleeves. And I'm freezing with the gush of breeze they're creating with each lap, sipping on my mug of hot tea. Iris continues to doze.
I'm looking forward to weekly "in-date" night with the man of my dreams tonight. And thankful for our new dishwasher, which I just started for the first time, that we were able to replace our old, leaky one without a worry of money... and for a climate with drastically different seasons.
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